Page 77 of More Than Anything

“Avery? Did you hear me?” Lydia’s voice cut into his thoughts and he whipped his face toward her. “Baby, do you want Jason to go into town for you tomorrow so you don’t have to?”

“No. I’ve got errands to run. But if he wants to go with me, I’d appreciate that,” he said, realizing they were staring at him because he was still holding his fork in mid-air. He took that bite quickly and swallowed so they’d quit watching him, but their eyes were still on him. “What? What’s wrong?”

Danette reached over and put her hand on top of his free one as it rested on the table. “Sweetie, I think you need to finish eating so you can go to bed. You’re not looking so good.”

“Wow. Thanks. Makes a guy feel better,” he muttered. “But thanks for caring.” Even though he didn’t feel like smiling, he winked at her and she giggled.

“We do,” Jason assured him. “We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t.”

“I know. I’m just tired. I’m sorry if I’m being an ass,” he groaned. “I just can’t believe this is happening.”

“Finish your dinner, sweetie, and let’s go to bed,” Lydia whispered loudly to him.

Avery’s slouch went ramrod straight in an instant. “You’re staying?”

Lydia snorted. “I won’t even consider being more than a foot from you at any given time until we get this all straightened out.”

“Watch this.” In under two minutes, he had his whole plate empty, his glass empty, and his pie eaten. “Ready for bed,” he announced with a silly grin on his face.

“Wow. Okay then.” Lydia pushed her chair back and stood. “I guess this is good night, everybody. See you in the morning.”

Avery bolted up out of his chair. “Yeah. Good night. Turn up the music loud, okay?”

Jason and Danette were laughing so hard they were almost falling out of their chairs. “Oh, yeah! We’re turning up the music down here! We don’t want to listen to that!” Jason sputtered.

“Nooooo!” Danette cackled. “Nobody wants to hear that!”

“Jealous!” Lydia laughed and grabbed Avery’s hand. “Come on, babe. We’ve got better things to do.”

“Yes. We do,” Avery said over his shoulder to Danette and Jason as he and Lydia climbed the stairs. He waited until the bedroom door closed behind them before he spun Lydia and kissed her hard. “Much better things to do.”

“I’ve got something much better to do,” she told him, turning him around and sitting him on the edge of the bed. She bent down to kiss him, but instead of pushing him down on the bed, she knelt in front of him and dragged his pants and underwear down. Avery’s manhood stood and saluted almost immediately. The air in the room was cool as it drifted over his skin, and he smiled at her as she knelt there, then reached down, took hold of the hem of her top, and pulled it up and over her head, her arms trailing out through the sleeves. To his utter delight, she bent her head down and took him in her mouth, and when she did, he leaned over her and unhooked her bra, thrilled as he watched her let it fall until it hit the floor.

The sight of those two beautiful, firm breasts hardened him even more, and she moaned around his cock as she took it deep into her throat. She loved it with her lips, with her throat, with her tongue, licking up and down its length, and Avery leaned back, bracing himself with his hands on the bed, and groaned in agony and ecstasy. His fingers twisted into her hair, guiding her as she bobbed up and down on his hardness, and occasionally his hips thrust upward, independent of his wishes. He couldn’t help it. Every muscle in his body ached to dip into her and call her his. “Baby, I want you so bad. Every inch of me is aching for every inch of you. I just want to plow into you and take you. I need you so much.”

She let go with apopand looked up at him. “I need you too. I was dying without you, Avery. We can’t let anything like this separate us. We belong together.” He reached for her and tried to lift her, but she whined out, “No! I want to make you come. I want to swallow. Please, babe?”

Avery shook his head and lifted her, and she finally decided to help out, her hands on his thighs and struggling to get her feet under her. “Nuh-uh, baby. Up here in the bed with me. I need you in my arms. Come on.” Avery scooted up into the bed, then stripped off everything and set about taking off her jeans and panties. When they were both bare, he rolled toward her and scooped her into his arms. “This feels right, Lydia, you and me here together. I don’t want to think about anything else, just the two of us, here and now. I love you, baby. I’ll love you forever. I love you more than anything.”

“And I love you more than anything,” Lydia whispered to him as they lay there together, his hand reaching to stroke her masterfully, her body responding, shuddering and convulsing as he worked his magic. As her orgasm dwindled, Avery kissed her and before his lips left hers, he was inside her, stretching and stroking, thrusting and retreating, giving her all of him and taking all of her. He rolled her on top of him and watched her ride his cock; he rolled her under him, pressed her knees to her chest, and rose up on his knees, dominating her with powerful, strong strokes. Coaxing her onto her elbows and knees, he knelt behind her and powered into her, listening to her cry out and beg him for release. And in the end, lying on their sides facing each other, they rocked together until they both lost their breath in the swell of their climaxes and lay panting in each other’s arms.

In the silence, Avery listened to Lydia’s even breathing as she drifted off to sleep in his arms. He could hear a cow moo out in the pasture somewhere in the distance, and heard Skipper snoring on his bed at the foot of Avery’s big king bed. His throat was dry, so he managed to wiggle away from Lydia without waking her, slipped on his pajama pants, and tiptoed out into the hallway and down the stairs.

Sure enough, one of his favorite lemon-lime sodas was in the refrigerator, and he pulled it out and popped the top, took a sip, and turned to go back to bed. He hadn’t taken a single step when he ran straight into someone.

Danette. With a sheet wrapped around her.

“What the…” he sputtered out.

“Shhhhhh!” she warned, a finger to her lips. “Hush! Don’t wake them up!”

One eyebrow shot up. “What the hell? Why are you… No. I don’t want to know, do I?” Avery asked.

Danette grinned. “I think he’s cute. He reminds me of you in a lot of ways. And in a lot of other ways, no,” she said, winking. “Let’s just say he’s very interested in me andveryattentive.”

“Well, bully for you. And for him. Don’t let me or my discomfort over this get in your way,” Avery said, chuckling under his breath. Then he stopped and stared at her. “Does Lydia know about this?”

“No, but she will,” Danette said, giggling. “It’ll be kinda hard for her not to when I’m still here in the morning, you know.”

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